A Black Page Within A White Book.

[Blizz]

Oh, such Ancient Pages I see this Autumn Night.

Yet I feel no Benignity nor Relief. Merely Sadness.

Not a single Page still alive, not one without Embers.

A Woe to the Past I gave, So much destroyed, so much forgotten.

Without the magical words that danced on them, who would fill such a void?

Who would give us a Mind to bring about Life?

Where would we turn to for Guidance?

As this dawned, I found one untouched.

A book, with a cover White as Snow.

Yet Pages, Blacker than Ink.

But it was not touched by the fires.

It lay amidst its smoldering kin in Anguish.

But it was not touch by the blaze.

Flames danced around it like a jester to his thane.

But it was not touched by the Smolders.

Why?

[Bishop]

Oh, such trolly comments I view this lonesome night.
Nothing to say, nothing to write.
I watch in silence as the jokes unfold.
My mind boiling, with answers to respond.
I look away when the mods arrive,
taking the trollers out of sight.
Watching in awe I see the ban list.
My name among them, reason shrouded in mist.
*One new message has arrived.*
Checking my inbox a reason to my demise.
"We inform you, that you are banned"
"Reason for this, you have scammed"
"Many people have forwarded complains"
"They report of a scammer which took their names"
"Account stealing and information theft"
"Who gives you the right, to do such tremendous crimes"
"Now cursed you will be, to write about this in rhymes"
Closing the inbox, a look of sadness.
My eyes closed, all I could see was blackness.
The people who did this would be sure to pay.
When the time comes, one day...